So! I am returned. Here's what's been up!
Maybe the day after I got home from Savannah, we had our internet upgraded from cable to this Verizon fiber optics nonsense. I guess it got installed wrong, because, ironically, I've never seen the internet move so slowly. If it even worked, that is. Considering that I've never had internet in my room at home, if I even got on the internet over the past two weeks, is wasn't for long enough to communicate with anyone. It's a miracle I managed to get the comic up here. It seems to be fixed now, though.
So my grandfather's memorial was this Saturday. Now, maybe it's because he'd been ready to go since I can remember so it was a long time coming, or because he went peacefully, still able to coherently mumble and (sort of) sit up, or (probably) because my family is composed of bad people, but it was actually quite a lot of fun. Most of it can be hinged on my sister (or The Funniest Person In The World), because she is the designated Giggler of the family: no matter how somber the occasion, she'll probably end up struggling to stifle a laugh, and ultimately drag everyone around her into it. Example:
Before everyone outside of the family started arriving, the reverend led us in a little prayer, I suppose. Since my grandfather was Scottish, there was a bagpiper playing outside. These two things were occurring at the same time. I looked up for a second, and there's my sister, bright red and biting her lip. My mom is already doing the same. Quitely shaking with laughter myself, I managed to get myself under control. All was looking clear until the bagpiper ended the song on a bad note, and my sister laughed hard enough that it echoed in the church.
There was also a moment where it sounded like my mother told my cousin that he could throw out my grandfather's ashes if he wanted.
Apparently it was my birthday this Wednesday. I wouldn't know, because not only do I have a notoriously difficult time remembering it myself (and without the internet, there was no Facebook to aid me), but because I spent it alone. You see, my dad was in Florida for business, my sister was in France, my brother was at school until late, and my mom was at arrangements for the aforementioned memorial. Fortunately, not only did I not remember that it was my birthday, but the family's idiot bassett hound Arthur was here, and looking at him is good for hours of fun.
Also, I got Rock Band for my birthday. I hate the guitar, because it takes a lot more force to strum than in Guitar Hero, and my forearm is sore. [INSERT WING-DANG DOODLE JOKE HERE]
Last note: Outside of Fran and Balthier, Final Fantasy XII is an absolutely chore to play.
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Episode 426: Hello?
Maybe the day after I got home from Savannah, we had our internet upgraded from cable to this Verizon fiber optics nonsense. I guess it got installed wrong, because, ironically, I've never seen the internet move so slowly. If it even worked, that is. Considering that I've never had internet in my room at home, if I even got on the internet over the past two weeks, is wasn't for long enough to communicate with anyone. It's a miracle I managed to get the comic up here. It seems to be fixed now, though.
So my grandfather's memorial was this Saturday. Now, maybe it's because he'd been ready to go since I can remember so it was a long time coming, or because he went peacefully, still able to coherently mumble and (sort of) sit up, or (probably) because my family is composed of bad people, but it was actually quite a lot of fun. Most of it can be hinged on my sister (or The Funniest Person In The World), because she is the designated Giggler of the family: no matter how somber the occasion, she'll probably end up struggling to stifle a laugh, and ultimately drag everyone around her into it. Example:
There was also a moment where it sounded like my mother told my cousin that he could throw out my grandfather's ashes if he wanted.
Apparently it was my birthday this Wednesday. I wouldn't know, because not only do I have a notoriously difficult time remembering it myself (and without the internet, there was no Facebook to aid me), but because I spent it alone. You see, my dad was in Florida for business, my sister was in France, my brother was at school until late, and my mom was at arrangements for the aforementioned memorial. Fortunately, not only did I not remember that it was my birthday, but the family's idiot bassett hound Arthur was here, and looking at him is good for hours of fun.
Also, I got Rock Band for my birthday. I hate the guitar, because it takes a lot more force to strum than in Guitar Hero, and my forearm is sore. [INSERT WING-DANG DOODLE JOKE HERE]
Last note: Outside of Fran and Balthier, Final Fantasy XII is an absolutely chore to play.
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Episode 426: Hello?
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does that say lake george?